The story isn't quite as fresh, nor the message as warming, but there are wall-to-wall zippy pop numbers to keep your little girls squealing happily.

Of course, it's a ridiculous, far-fetched sce nario, but it works be cause the producers of Reaper never take their subject too seriously.

An otherwise promising CBS comedy series.

Everybody's having too much fun--and that will include the viewers.

Yes, there's a heavy hand in the schmaltz department, what with the dead mother and the wounded beasts and all (Hey! It's Africa after all!) but it's not so heavy that it's annoyingly cloying. At least it worked for me.

I wish I hated this cheeseball show as much as I used to. But damn, if it ain't a hoot and a half.

Project Runway is a lot like "The Flintstones"--with both shows, you're guaranteed a gay old time.

Simple and fun, if not exactly memorable.

One reason it all works is the quality behind the concept.

Some half-hour segments work spectacularly well and some don't. Like real life, I guess. But even the ones that don't work so well are very interesting.

Lots of fun. The acting and comic timing, when called for, are tremendous - and Miller's got the heft to carry it off.

Eight episodes or not, don't count this show dead before it's born.

If any lawyer ever did even a third of the things that Elizabeth Canterbury does on Canterbury's Law, the outrageous Denis Leary/Jim Serpico show that premieres tonight, she'd be disbarred in about six and a half seconds. But luckily this is TV, where lawyers-gone-wild are an always fun-to-watch staple.

High School Confidential is an illuminating documentary series more in the tradition of director Michael Apted's series of films, starting with "Seven Up!," that have been tracing the lives of its subjects since 1964.

Though the miniseries represents a compressed and not entirely accurate history, it is moving enough to remind us of the sacrifices made by Adams and a great many other people to form a republic against almost impossible odds.

A sophomoric comedy about high school (and really aren't all high school comedies, er, sophomoric?) that supplies as many laughs as a whoopie cushion in a lecture hall.

It's not quite as randy--it's become less of a soap and more of a historical drama. This is not to say it's not great.

Riveting as ever, Battlestar Galactica proves again that sci fi doesn't have to be clap trap.

Wilkinson steals the entire movie with his portrayal of Baker, playing him as a brilliant, wily political strategist.

The show, like the old "90210" and "The O.C.," looks to be--from its premiere, at any rate--a top-flight series about a group of high school students, most of whom I liked immediately.

If you are a dog person, have I got a show for you. It's like dog camp but done as a reality show, Greatest American Dog.

Its newest show, Samurai Girl, is an action-packed, three-night martial arts miniseries that introduces girls to the world of Asian action flicks.

Tracking the many ways in which reality converges with fiction is one of the principal pleasures of Entourage, which otherwise explores some pretty well-worn territory in its new season.

Lots of good action and lots of fun to boot.

Lucas the PI (Michael Weston) is such a good addition, I really hope he stays....For my money, Lucas' chemistry with House is better than Wilson's--and it's definitely not as weirdly closeted.

Tonight, through the miracle of modern medicine, the show comes roaring back with a plot that includes the, er, trauma of Seattle Grace Hospital being downgraded from the number two facility in the state to the number 12.

It is so over the top--in such a fantastically bad-taste way--and so out-there crazy, that tonight's episode (at least) is every bit as good as those old soaps.

The slightly-altered version that arrived for review more recently left me charmed.